looked at the clock.
Twenty minutes.
“We can go after my call.”
His face fell.
Not dramatically.
Just enough.
Cassandra appeared behind him.
She said nothing.
That made the decision mine.
I pulled out my phone and messaged Martin.
Move me to audio. I’ll listen outside.
Martin replied:
Are you serious?
I wrote:
Apparently.
Ten minutes later, I was standing in Daniel’s backyard while Luke instructed me where snow belonged.
My wireless headset was hidden beneath a knit cap.
Merritt’s chief technology officer discussed integration architecture while Violet patted snow
